.. I don't know. YOU?" But that's the rule in this kingdom-our families." I'd rather die than spend my life being a kid factory with an Arabbusinessma... with his wives who look like walking curtains!"That day, I lost my belief in miracles. And from that day on, I neverthought about anything about making magic tricks again. Within two days,I would be the wife of an oil king with many wives, then become a childfactory before all my wishes were achieved. And in those same two days, amarriage. Lissa, her daughter (who, she explained via IM, had just turned 14 -- another one of those eerily confirming personal details, as if I still harbored doubts, but for some reason, I thought of it exactly that way, as a "real" confirmation), had apparently decided that her mom was "acting strangely" lately, and had therefore gotten nosy.Unfortunately, it hadn't taken much for Denise to "get caught" -- she said that, regrettably, she'd been stupid enough to 1) print out copies of the emails we'd. Now, if that this doesn't work for you, I can get somebody in to finish a room in the basement for you or you can move out. I want you to enjoy them as much as I do. It's going to be up to you if you want this to work. If for some reason there is trouble, I can always send them back to the country. You just do your damnedest to be sure the trouble doesn't come from you."Women never cease to amaze me, where I was expecting a huge argument mom suddenly got practical. Well who sleeps where? What. It took me a minute before I realized what was happening. I opened the front door to find Kim trying to unlock it. “What are you still doing here?” Kim slurred. She was obviously drunk.“You’re at my place,” I replied. She leaned back to look and nearly fell over. I caught her by the arm. “Okay, can I come in?” she asked.“Sure, I’ll escort you back to your house,” I said. Kim walked over and sat on my couch. She lay back, giving a good look at what she was wearing. A tight tank top and blue.